I grew up in an oilfield family that followed oil rigs around the southern half of the United States until I hit junior high in the seventh grade. When it came time to move to a new drilling location, we would pack our bags, tie down the mobile home (when we finally got one), load the car and head off to our new destination. We were the modern-day Laura Ingalls family but instead of a wagon train we were a caravan of oil field equipment, those ‘old rig trucks’ and all the machinery that came with it. Maw - Mama, and Paw - Daddy, were at the helm of our little family and boy, did we explore some territory! Mississippi, Texas, Alabama, and Florida were among the many places we lived.